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“कि मारेगी ज़्यादा मुझे मौत से नाराज़गी तेरी
क्यूँ इतना हुआ है तू ख़फ़ा?
है ज़िद किस बात की तेरी?
कि मारेगी ज़्यादा मुझे मौत से नाराज़गी तेरी

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A U T H O R 'S   P O V—

After finishing their golgappa, they were about to cross the road when Aadya spotted an ice cream shop.

“Wow, ice cream! Wait, I'll get some for all three of us,” she exclaimed, her excitement evident as she sprinted towards the shop.

Just as she was about to cross, Aadya felt a sudden pull on her arm. A car whizzed by, narrowly missing her. She stumbled back, colliding with Naksh.

“Aadya, are you okay?” Naksh asked, releasing her arm but keeping a watchful eye on her.

Before she could answer, Abir's voice cut through the air, sharp and anxious.

“Tum pagal ho kya?” Aadya bit her lips hardly at the sudden yell, giving a glance at his eyes which held care for her at the same time anger evident cause of her careless act.

(“Are you crazy?”)

“Can't you look where you're going? I know you're a bit of a monkey, but you need to be careful! What if something had happened? Use your brain!” Aadya's eyes filled with tears, she looked away from him feeling embarrassed that she made him angry.

“I-I'm sorry,” she mumbled, slowly, trying to hold back her emotions.

Abir's expression softened, regret flashing in his eyes. “I didn't mean to shout. I was just scared... if something had happened to you...” He tried to clear himself but still she remained silent.

Naksh, trying to lighten the mood, stepped in— “Hey, don’t cry. He was just worried about you” He gave her a reassuring dimple smile.

“sorry for again and again causing trouble ” she uttered slowly still not looking at them , Knowing that how much mess she creates whenever she goes somewhere which may have caused them to get irritated.

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